The Sabbath Morn

Awake

awake at ear­ly dawn

Behold the beau­ty of the lawn;

See

Na­ture smiles her gold­en rays

And bal­my air be­speaks our praise.

The things of earth

sea and sky

All teach of God

who reigns on high.

Awake

awake

at ear­ly dawn

And hail the glor­ious Sab­bath morn.

Awake

awake

be ear­ly found

Within His courts

’tis hal­lowed ground

Where’er the lof­ty spire as­cends;

If there the Christ­ian meek­ly bends

In praye­r to God

He’ll meet him there

With bless­ings far be­yond com­pare.

Awake

awake

no time to sleep

Like those of old; awake and weep

For Je­sus wept

and died in shame

That we might speak His pre­cious name;

Weep

that so many still de­ride

The cross where­on our Sav­ior died.